Musician
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He began recording for Sun Records until his contract was acquired by RCA.He was the King of Rock and Roll and his life ended forty-five years ago today.He died at the age of forty-two and Elvis Presley was his name.
the echo of strings
from the busy street it rings
as rosiny dust fills the air
a melody, calm, slow, almost still
a lone pigeon stops to stare
His long slender hands,
Pressed on the keys,
As he played that beautiful brass saxophone,
The melodious music dancing into my heart.
I just wanna ball, mother fuck the lace
Any fuckin where, any fuckin place
Any time of day, any type of space
You could name the rules, I just wanna play
You could name the city, you could say the state
Does Heaven have a stage?
Does God have a microphone?
Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home?
Does Heaven have a stage?
A drum set and some guitars?
All who attempt to
Behold the wondrous works
Of the ancient wielders of pathos
Are to wait until eternal rest comes upon them
Because I love you, I want to encourage you
To not only respect others, but most importantly yourself
Because I love you I don’t want you to be something merely put on display
M, A, D, I, S, Y, N
Bringing the heavens to the earth, hiding the fears from my mind
Love the goodmornings, hate the goodnights, because I despise saying goodbye
Poco a poco you stole my heart
As Kelis once sang,
Before you, my whole life was acapella
I found myself tone deaf,
Singing hymns in hopes that I would soon find
They prayed for you to succeed in all you do
But what are you supposed to do
When all you do
Is make people proud?
There is nothing that speaks to you
And they speak to you
The world can see us love. They are all peeping Tom's. They get excited and take hold of a seat to get a closer look.
They love the way I cup you in my palms and kiss your nervous lips. You wail with every touch.
When it comes to what I need,
it starts with wood & some strings.
To create a sound,
unique frets,
techniques for each note,
creates a sound that just allows,
the siren of rock and roll.
Music. I ____ music.
It surrounds me, hugging me, moving me, comforting me.
I use it to tell people I love them, miss them, am glad to be with them.
It knows how I feel: sad, excited, angry, sentimental
I am a musician
I’m no scientist
I’m no mathematician
I’m no historian
I’m no athlete
I’m no translator
Nor will I be any of those things
I am a musician
So I will be a musician.
Flawless Music
I retain all these faults that could make me flawless,
I can write rhymes, tell the time, though I really shouldn’t floss less.
I am a lyricist not a musician
I write words that speak to your soul not the heart
It may seem uncertain but the lyrics that I write show the hidden feelings within
Have I got a voice
A voice that amazes
A series of listeners
Proclaiming their praises
My low notes are clear
But my high notes are clearer
And I’ll admit to being guilty
Muisc is my life
Music is my passion
Music is a way for me to release all my emotions
Without music, my life would be shattered.
What I've been through,
What I've seen.
What I've heard,
Eighteen years of backstage passes
Sleepless nights spent looking after the home
Faked smiles while out,
bottled tears while alone
You stay up late with your coffee filled veins,As I scribble down your name.And baby, I dream with my eyes open,I can't ever be the same.
Marching band.What's the first thing you think of when you hear it?Geeky, out of place kids holding or hitting big pieces of metal,Making stupid 80's references and talking about dungeons and dragons?
I started early, not knowing what to do.
I chose the flute so I could whistle
They thought I wouldn't seek it through
They told me I would quit, like a cat on a thistle
My director didn't like me much
With every half note
And measure of rest
Comes a short piece
Played at its best
Whether its a solo
Or ensemble of a kind
Playing as one sound
Is not always easy to find
I have a thought on my mind
and a hunger in my core,
I need to fill up my heart before it’s over.
I need to see the pressure rise
just as I escape demise--
To me it seems
that life has
a reoccuring theme
a constant, nagging question
"When you grow up
what in the world
are you going to be?"
big smiles peer down
on innocent, tiny faces
i met an ivory-toothed monster
he said "hello" and sang some notes
i found comfort in his beautiful tone
i found comfort in the things that we wrote
i remember his ebony bones
I feel the beat
Rushing through my veins
Shaking my bones.
It pulses
Living and strong.
I feel myself open up
A weight lifted off my chest
Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
Late fall.
So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air.
But it was there
and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park.
Leaves covered the grass,
